A Winter Run
Running in the winter provides me with some of my most enjoyable runs. When I can get past the mental barriers I have about running in cold temperatures, I really do enjoy the sights and sounds, and even the stillness of winter.
The best part of my winter runs is when I’m going over a bridge that’s about 3 miles into my 8 mile run. I just love the way the winter sun hits the river. The angle of the sun is lower in the sky, casting a more diffuse light across the water at a different angle than during the rest of the year. It looks like the cascading of diamonds across the surface, sparkling, glimmering and fading, over and over again, millions of times each instant. Awesome.
Sometimes I’ll just pause and take in all that this winter scene has to offer, free of charge, just for the price of a minute’s stopping and savoring: peace, tranquility, and a calming of my soul. And even though I can’t see the river the way I used to be able to, the cool thing is that my eyes allow me to view the rushing water in a way I have never before experienced it. Abstract trees line the banks, as an artists’ brush paints a serene, indistinct, yet beautiful landscape for my eyes only.
Nothing makes me feel more alive than when I’m running in the cool winter air, and I find myself grinning like a fool just for the pure pleasure of running. And that’s the way I like it!
How ‘bout it?